The drink of the month: Ed Hardy Sangria. Seriously. There seemed to be no sense of irony there either, except coming from me when I proudly posed for pics while consuming. They used the bar limes, lemons, and maraschino cherries.
When I was there last summer, I couldn't stand the bar because the back patio was smoking like a chimney with all the American Apparel hipsters crowding the joint. I am not sure what happened in the last 9 months, but it is a completely different place. I don't mind because I didn't like the old place too much, but the Ed Hardy wine? Gross.